In the unreal world of Sacred Heart Hospital, intern John "J.D." Dorian learns the ways of medicine, friendship and life.
Ever since she fired me, I've been moping around my apartment making barking sounds. I'm not crazy. I just need some human interaction and the barking makes the neighbors
yell «shut that damn thing up!» Then I can go over there with a bottle of Scotch and apologize for Rusty, my imaginary Akita. The only downside is that by the time Lady, my girlfriend, gets home, I'm too drunk to talk to her, much less make love. You've never pictured me as an organism that has sex, have you?
— See, this stuff has become so mundane to me that I've created a character who's terrified about going back to prison. And through him, I hope to feel, once again, the old rush.
— You carry on.
— Good. 'Cause I can't go back there, man. Not after what they did to Johnny. Oh, Johnny. He was the best. I wish you'd known him. Those guards worked him over good. They shanked him with a shiv. And they shivved him with a shank. Over a pack of smokes. Johnny, you were too beautiful for this world, man.
